Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.